Unexpected.
Isn't this exactly the kind of situation that word was made for?
I welcomed four dark elves into my dungeon bed. They were dark-skinned inside the dungeon, but they were Cookies-and-Cream elves who could turn white the moment they stepped outside.
"We'll do it."
Sola, the daughter of the exiled Virgin Elf 1st Elder and once Luna's rival, came to me along with three Cookie elves. The moment they heard the news from Luna, they rushed to me and begged to become permanent dark elves.
"For real?"
"Yes. We will become dark elves."
"Why? There isn't much difference between a regular elf and a dark elf, is there?"
At most, the difference was whether their breast milk tasted like fresh fruit or rich chocolate. And they weren't the only option; the total number of Cookies-and-Cream elves had reached as many as eighty.
"Besides, it's not as though you can do this just because you want to. Have you forgotten? Who you belong to?"
"We belong to you, Legion Commander."
